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It can be absolutely terrifying 
To swiftly fall for someone new
Only to realize abruptly later 
You’ve simply fallen through
And you’re still falling … all alone 

Poet of the Light © 2021


Like those meandering cold raindrops
Streaking to gravity on the outer glass
Beneath a sky lost and muted of color
That too often I perplexingly stare at  
I place my hand- against the inner pane 
And as hard as I try deep in my heart 
I can’t feel your warm presence anymore 
But God truly knows … I- I can feel the rain 

Poet of the Light © 2021 


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Beneath the pall and upon royal breathes 
Tantalizingly it lives seemingly unseen 
Yet its slightest weight can be felt within 
Clear to the core of their hollow marrow 
By those who crave its whet wicked taste 
Justifying every stolen drop slurped
Before slaying the rebel voices of … truth 

Poet of the Light © 2021


I know there were times I hurt you
With little things I said and done
Wandering in my immature actions
But it really wasn’t- my intensions
I was only playing, and having fun
Never realizing the hurt I was causing
Someone I claimed to forever love
A broken promise of words in the works
Oh, my deeds were running too deep
And fracturing all that I ever loved 
Making me a keen poet of your heartaches
I never saw- breaking into tiny crevasses
Failure to plan, is a simple plan that fails
And I failed you unknowingly from the get go 
But baby, baby I know there were times
When your hearts joy caused tears to run
Down your face toward your captivating smile
And you’d pull me close with a tight hug
Loving on me like a heavenly micro-storm
Oh baby! You were showing me your love
Making me feel like- I was your only sun
Wrapped up inside your hearts universe
Safe and content while being just plain dumb
Oh baby! How I miss those times now
More than anyone could ever understand
And most times in my nightly fantasies
I can hear your voice, softly whispering
My name in a way- that only you can 
And I wait evermore to feel your touch
Cry a little drop of your rain on me again
Light me up once more with your love
Like no one has ever done, before or since
Gasping I open my eyes cause I can’t breathe
Only to wake and discover, baby it was only me
Chasing after wisps of you in my memory
Realizing I’m beset in luminous of … poetic agony

Poet of the Light © 2021



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We were strangers when we met
That felt comfortable- at last 
Caught up in desires visionary tale 
And the more we got to know and hold
Each other in those burning moments 
So hard to find in a growing cold world
Out and away from the world at large
Where only you and I- seem to exist  
Living off loves begotten exotic tastes’ 
And falling deeper into one another
Like twin rainbows across the skyline 
Beneath a heavenly rain shower of blisses 
But all good things come to an end 
When- the illusion simply dissipates
And all the colors drain away  
As the cold face of reality changes
Sweetness into a true bitter tragedy
It was a snowy day I’ll remember forever
We remained strangers- when we left
Each other’s broken self far, far behind
Reminiscing- if only, if only… we were right 

Poet of the Light © 2021


Like a stalled slow-motion moment
Far too many times, as of late
I find, myself feeling missing 
Inside, the silence of my mind
Where you- used to reside 
Like the sun and the moon
No matter the time, it was right
You were the chaos I needed 
To feel love, to feel alive 
Has this moment ended yet?
To be honest, I just cannot… tell 

Poet of the Light © 2021


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Perhaps it was some sick twist 
The cosmos nefariously conjured 
At both of our tragic story expense 
While the question remains ever present
One senses deep within ones heart 
Like an aberrational extra shadow
I’ve finally grown to simply ignore 
Now, that I just do not bother with 
Always asking myself “why?” anymore
Endlessly searching for some answer
Inside a labyrinth of plaguing questions
That towered over all I thought I once was  
Harshly learning instead, it doesn’t exist 
Anymore than “us” ever really did 
And even though I was the second one 
To eventually walk away from “us” 
It was only after you let go of me … first  

Poet of the Light © 2021 


I’ve written my deepest poetry
In but a near silence of honesty
But the world will never read
A single word, line or verse quilled
For the ink itself- became invisible
As soon as my hearts tears… dried

Poet of the Light © 2021


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Now I won’t lie, no reason to anymore
I’d find- a place to somewhat dwell
Every now and then but never for long
Cause something over time always told me
This won’t be lasting, cause illusions never do
And excuses wear out their welcome soon
Never lasting more than a few good seasons
Pretending at love, is never a good reason
Foolishly, we lived in a battle over our truth
The sun burned out and the moon turned black
It was like the ground no longer nurtured
And I slowly died- someplace deep inside myself
Until strong changing winds blew me off
In all sorts of misdirection’s, sometimes hell
I’ve thirsted for a place outside my dreams
Beyond the pall of all visionary things
A place that never dies up and fades away
Or suddenly turns forever winter cold
It gets harder to tell with passing time
If I’ll survive long enough, to be touched
Some place where I’d just truly know
This was always Gods plan, all along
Maybe it doesn’t exist, at least for me?
Or maybe it did but I was too foolish to know
I understand, I may never really know now
Still here I am, a misplaced seeded of love
Just waiting to burrow, in the right life
All I know, is I belong- somewhere yet unknown
In the arms of a heart, I’ll finally call… home

Poet of the Light © 2021


I’ve really tried to somewhat reconcile

That void between my heartbeats

The one, only I feel, unmistakably

But facts are, it simply can’t be done

Complexity and variables change to often

Not to mention, your noticeable absence

That everything seems to hinge upon

Time- ticks past like a silent cloud

Weaving in and out of prevailing winds

Trying to avoid its complicity to a storm

That brews invisible- in the shadows

All the while, ignoring the present sunshine

Oh! Why must love become polemic to happiness;

When you’re filled with love… but alone?


Poet of the Light © 2021